“Anyone not involved in the venue is requested to leave immediately.
"The cooking competition is about to begin!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Laosi quickly jumped out of the venue.
Miss Zhou had no choice but to wipe away her tears. She was determined to give her best today and not drag others down.
Only Lu Jinyu was so angry that she was smoking. She glared at Mrs. Ye and Miss Zhou, then glared at her brother-in-law fiercely, and then returned to her seat in a huff.
When Ye Lao Si returned to the Ye family, he saw Ye Lao Da sitting steadily with Qing Tian in his arms. He couldn't help but complain, "Brother, how can you be so indifferent when seeing your sister-in-law being bullied?"
"You went there, didn't you? Big brother just didn't want to steal your limelight!" Mrs. Ye covered her mouth and laughed.
"Third sister-in-law, what are you saying? I don't understand." Ye Laosi scratched the back of his head.
"What do you think of that Miss Zhou just now?" Mrs. Ye San came close to Ye Lao Si and asked in a low voice.
Ye Laosi finally understood why he saw his two sisters-in-law staring at him and whispering to each other when he was walking back just now.
He said helplessly: "You think too much, I just can't stand that guy bullying my sister-in-law."
"Okay, okay, don't worry, let's take a closer look!"
Mrs. Ye said, "It would be better if you could bring mother here today. Mother is the best at judging people."
"It would be great if this young lady could make it to the second round. Then I'll let her come over and take a look..."
"Oh, please spare my lives, my two sisters-in-law!" Ye Laosi's face turned red, and he kept bowing to the two people helplessly.
Boss Ye came to his rescue and said, "Stop messing with him! Boss Cen is about to start talking!"
Mr. Cen stood on the stage and said, "Thank you all for coming. Today, there are a total of fifty chefs participating in the Fengle County cooking competition.
“This cooking competition is divided into three rounds. The first round is the preliminary round, and ten winners will be selected to enter the second round.
“The second round will be held tonight, and the four winners will advance to the final round.
"The final will be held at noon tomorrow. We will select two of the four contestants to represent Fengle County in the cooking competition to be held in Beijing early next year."
The onlookers burst into warm cheers.
Mr. Cen continued, “Not only that, Mr. Jiang also specially provided everyone with a sum of money as a reward.
“Those who successfully pass the first round of competition will each receive one tael of silver as a reward.
“Those who can pass the second round of competition will receive three taels of silver as a reward, and the two winners will receive five taels of silver.
"And the rewards for each round can be accumulated. I hope everyone can work hard!"
When they heard that there was silver as a reward, the people around became even more excited and started to cheer for the chef they knew.
"Chef Qian is the descendant of the imperial chefs, he will definitely win the championship this time!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Yunfei bowed slightly and gestured to those who supported him.
"If you ask me, Chef Lu's cooking skills are even better. I just had dinner at Zuixianlou a few days ago, and the fish there was absolutely amazing!"
When Lu Jinyu heard this, he immediately became very proud.
"That's because you can only afford Zuixianlou, right? In my opinion, the quality of Zuixianlou is not even worthy of carrying shoes for Fudingxuan."
Hearing this, Lu Jinyu's face instantly darkened. He looked up to see who had said that, but there were too many people around and he couldn't find it at all.
The people sitting in the family seats also cheered for their family members.
Only the chef Zhang Chuanlu of the Banquet Hall felt pitiful, and only the shopkeeper Xu Lei called out to him a few times.
But because he was weak and alone, he was soon drowned out by the voices of others.
There was no way, these two people were unfamiliar with Fengle County.
The banquet hall is also a place with high consumption.
Ordinary people rarely dare to eat in their restaurant.
The customers who go to the Yanbinlou for dinner, even if they are not of high status, are at least from wealthy families.
It was naturally impossible to squeeze in here with a group of ordinary people in such a cold weather and shout cheers for Zhang Chuanlu in an unruly manner.
Elder Cen pressed his hands down, and after the cheers died down, he continued, "For this cooking competition, I have specially invited County Magistrate Wang, Imperial Chef Wan Ziqiuwan, as well as the owner of Beijing Baiweizhai, Mou Qichuan, the owner of Qianweiju, Jing Ziyang, and the head chef of Yashizhai, Cheng Wenjie.
"All the dishes you make today will be tasted and judged by these people. I hope everyone performs well."
Every time Mr. Cen mentioned someone, there would be deafening cheers from all around.
Needless to say, the county magistrate, the local officials, not only the common people, but even the officers who maintained order were all applauding.
There were six chairs on the stage, and Mr. Cen led the county magistrate directly to the first seat on the middle right.
Among the several people, the county magistrate was the only official appointed by the imperial court, so it was naturally impossible for him to be inferior to others.
So the county magistrate did not hesitate to sit in the main seat.
The next person to come on stage was Wan Ziqiu, who looked to be in his early thirties and had a scholarly air.
If Mr. Cen had not introduced him as the imperial chef, everyone might have mistaken him for a teacher from some academy.
But he was able to become the head chef in the imperial kitchen at such a young age, which shows that he has real skills.
Mr. Cen asked Wan Ziqiu to sit on the left side of the county magistrate.
Wan Ziqiu refused several times, but seeing that Mr. Cen insisted, he had to sit down.
Immediately afterwards, the three restaurant owners and the chef came up together.
After they came up, they all fought for the two positions on the edge.
Elder Cen stepped forward and made arrangements: "Old Mou, you are the oldest, so you should sit on the left side of the county magistrate.
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